The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-04-07
HE FORGOT THE LICENSE.
How n Young Naturalist Camo Near
Losing His Bride.

reputation of being forgetful, and mat
ters outside of their routine life, are
apt to 90 by the board. / heard good
story du' ing the past week writes Wash.
ington Capital correspondent, of rs-
ing young naturalist which almost sur
passes belief, but as took occasion to
run it down in every detail it can be
vouched for. Some weeks ago this de-
votee of science resolved to get mar
ried, but forgot to procure that very
important adjunct to this ceremony
license-until within two hours of the
wedding, which was set for Z o'clock,
at one of our fashionable churches.
The would-be groom was busy making
his toilet in the presence of his best
man, who had just arrived IN town, :
perfect stranger. Conversation turn.
ed to the suspicious event of the even
ing and the best man, who had had
wide experience in that capacity, said:
well Charley, | suppose everything
is ready and you have only two hours
of freedom. Have you got the necessa-
ry legal papers and the minister's fee
in a convenient place, and"
Before the sentence was finished
scientific Charley jumped three feet
from the floor and exclaimed: "Great
Scott Bob, l forgot all about the
license. Put on your hat, get n cab,
and drive like mad to the city hall and
get it for me-" Bob did not linger for
further instructions but did as he was
bid. Arriving at the city hall and con-
suming fifteen minutes of valuable
time in the crypts and labyrinths of the
building, he finally reached the door
of Mr.. Meigs' room, which was locked.
Excited and bewildered, he kicked at
the door, but all to no purpose. His
old colored charwoman came along and
asked why he was raising such racket.
al want to see the marriage license
clerk" said Bob. deed, honey, you's
outen 20 he'd, Massa Meigs done gone
home long ago." calculated aunty.
"Where does ho liveP" cried Bob.
up on de hill" was tho answer. Bob
skipped to the cab, paid the driver a
dollar extra to drive fast, and finally
reached the house of the custodian of
the marriage seal, on Capitol hill, told
his story, offered any amount of money
Mr.. Meigs might name if he would
rescue his scientific friend from his pre-
dicament, and finally persuaded him to
ride TO his office.
1t was o'clock when they reached
the city hall, and darkness was gather
ing over the city as well as over the
prospects OF their oblivious naturalist
friend. whats the name of your
friend?" asked Mr.. Meigs. "Charles
w. T." said the best man, "and
the ladys full name?" "Blest if !
know" was the answer "Well, that
is quite important, and | cannot issue
license without it." Crestfallen and
disheartened our b. IN. was about to
abandon the procurement of license,
when Mr.. Meigs suggested he telephone
to the young lady. As good luck would
have it she was the daughter of ply
stefan, and the following conversation
took place over the telephone; B. NJ;
Hello, DIR. W, what's the name of
your daughter who is to be married to-
night?" DIR. W: "Nonc of your
business. What's that to youP" b. M:
"Well, it is very little TO me but good
deal to her prospective husband, who is
nearly dead from anxiety and fright, for
he has no license, and is to be married
in half an hour, and if don't know her
name Mr.. Meigs won't give me the
license" The doctor calculated an A
expletive, nearly breaking the dia-
phram of the telephone, and shouted,
Lucy c., and you better hurry with
the papers or | will withdraw my con-
sent" Pushing $40 bill into the
hands of Mr.. Meigs, which he grasped
with warm Thank you, sir" our b.
IN. reached the minister's room fifteen
minutes after the time set for the we'd
ding. showed the license into the hand
of the groom, and had barely time
enough to faint The wedding was
minus the b. M, but our promising
young scientist won his bride and lost
a life long friend, who never forgave
him for his heedlessness. After brief